I was offline for a couple days last week during many big news events. To make me even more of a neanderthal, our TV blew up too. Because of this I did not learn of Michael Jackson's death until Friday. I saw the headline on my homepage "Generation 'X' grows up." It was a great article about two celebrities who will forever be etched in our minds from the time period when we came of age: Michael and Farrah. What adolescent boy didn't have the poster or satin pillow of Miss Fawcett? What teenage girl didn't line up at the salon for her coveted feathered hairstyle? Did any of us not have the cassette tape of Thriller? (If you don't know what a cassette is, you're way too young to be reading this) :)

Of course I got sucked in to clicking on the next news piece and the next. They weren't about the news. They didn't even come close to remembering Mr. Jackson in a kind manner. They may have mentioned a sentence or two about his three surviving children. No, the focus of every article was on who was to blame for his untimely death. "Was it the cardiologist?"..... "Maybe the CPR attempt was botched."........ "He was injected with Demerol thirty minutes before he went into cardiac arrest."...... Why does there always have to be someone who was at fault? Why can't we just say "it was his time?" Is it because we just don't want to accept that sometimes there isn't an easy explanation? Or is it just that we can't come to terms with the reality that we really aren't in control? Does it make us face our own mortality with disbelief? For me, it's all of the above. Regardless of the autopsy results, God is the one "at fault" and He holds both of these beloved souls in his hands.

Rest in Peace, Michael and Farrah.